Writing honestly through every part of our journey
A space where love, loss, and motherhood come together
Being a medical mom is political.
Loving a child with a disability opens your eyes to how often our society fails people who are marginalized, overlooked, or judged unfairly. I’ve felt it in doctor’s appointments, in schools, and in public spaces that weren’t built for all bodies or all abilities. Those experiences change you. They sharpen your sense of justice. They make silence impossible.
The Holidays Can Feel Heavy
We went to a Christmas party, and it was a little too overwhelming for Clifford. We stepped away to a quiet place while the other kids opened presents. These are moments you don’t always expect—ones that don’t look the way you imagined. And sometimes, even when everything is “fine,” they can still feel hard.
The Ache No One Talks About
I never like to admit this, it hurts too much. Clifford has never called me “mama,” or looked to me when someone asks where I am. Saying that out loud feels like exposing my deepest heartache — tearing open something I keep tucked away.
Disability Deserves Respect
We deserve leadership that knows better. So let’s be better ourselves. Let’s raise our kids to be better than the example being set.
There’s a version of you the world never notices. But I do.
For every medical mama carrying more than the world will ever know, I see you. Our worlds are heavy, isolating, and exhausting. But they’re also filled with a depth of love most people will never understand.